the second last day [221/365]

Tomorrow Lena, my friend, will be winging her way back to Sweden. Today, she and I went out for dinner. My husband is still too much under the weather from that awful cold to appreciate good food out, so he decided to skip it.

Before we went out to eat, I took her to Costco. Just couldn’t let her leave North America without experiencing that.

Then we went uptown again, to roam through a few more clothes stores, and have a coffee at Starbucks.

Thanks to Lena’s visit, I’ve been reminded of little, everyday occurrences. ย Chatty cashiers and how you get your bags packed for you in the grocery stores, for example … politeness in traffic … ย it’s easy to forget, and start taking these things for granted. Here, it often happens, when you’re waiting to get out in a busy intersection, that someone stops and let you out. That’s unheard of back home.

We went to a very old restaurant downtown. True to myself, I had fish ‘n chips and Lena had some grilled seafood platter. It was all good ๐Ÿ™‚

12 Replies to “the second last day [221/365]”

  1. You can draw a line vertically down the UK, and the further north, the chattier and friendlier. ๐Ÿ™‚

    When I lived in Finland I noticed that the doors on department stores and shops opened outwards onto the street rather than inwards into the store as is usual in the UK.

    Then I noticed that when someone went out onto the street ahead of me, they never held the door back, but would let it swing closed.

    For me it is polite to hold a door open if I know someone is close behind me.

    In return I would expect the person to thank me in some small way – a nod, a grunt, a smile.

    I asked in Finland why people didn’t hold the door open for people close behind them and the answer was that they expected people to look after themselves. It wasn’t rudeness to let the door swing back – it was just a question of self reliance.

    1. Yes, about the doors — that’s the same in Sweden. It’s not about rudeness (and I don’t know about the self reliance either ๐Ÿ™‚), it’s just not part of our cultural upbringing … or whatever. I do it, hold the doors open, now when I go there, but I never get any recognition for that. The bigger the place there, the less politeness. I remember how I appreciated that, already when I was in London 1983.

  2. I like that even in a big city, these small courtesies can be expected. If fact when they aren’t given – especially in traffic, I find it mean-spirited.

    I hope you and your friend had a great visit together and built many great memories to share ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Saint John, being a medium sized city, is amazing that way … about the traffic.

      It’s been a terrific time, these last two weeks — I’m really thankful.

  3. you’ve had such a wonderful time together, you two. And you’re right, showing someone around where you live reminds you of so many small things that are charming and just nice.

  4. It’s great that you two had a great time. It often brings a new perspective on old things and a new appreciation of them when one gets to see them through the eyes of a visitor. You chose the country to live in wisely ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. We talked about that a great deal … โ€œchoiceโ€ of country, and how coincidental it was. Had Gerry lived elsewhere, as for example the US, I’d been there now.

      1. That’s what crossed my mind too after I posted my comment – that you didn’t necessarily “choose” to live in Canada but ended up there as a result of circumstances and coincidence. It’s still a good place to end up, which is what matters ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. Sounds like yo & Lena & G. had a wonderful visit despite that Summer cold hitting everyone! I hope G. is better soon….
    And that cough of yours goes away too!
    An isn’t a little courtesy lovely??? ๐Ÿ˜‰
    ((hugs)) Sherri-Ellen

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